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Subject: 1/28/18- 2/3/18 Sun Jan 28, 2018 3:43 pm

1/28/18

tends to indoor herb gardenmakes topis juice

~slips in and quickly shrugs off the deep purple blanket...revealing her pure self she glides by the indoor garden on her way to the kitchencarefully she folds the blanket and stores it on a lower shelf before turning and bending to take up the cracked pitcher...slipping to the water barrel...she dips the pitcher within... drawing it out full of water before turning and stepping quietly but gracefully to the first of seven planters

~pouring the water until it spills out the bottom of the planter..she moves from the thyme and onto the basil... giving the hearty herb a through drink...causing in the pitcher to go empty walking back to the water barrel...long light locks dances across her narrow back while hips sways succulently...dipping the pitcher to again fill it...she twirls a little more dramatically then necessary before ambling to the lavender to water them first then onto the rosemary

~quietly...sun kissed flesh heat's up even more as she continues to water the sage...parsley and the oregano...finishing the last planter... her thoughts tumbles over one another as aqua eyes soaks in the garden she replaces the pitcher and goes back to each planter...gently pinching back just enough to force fuller growth taking the pinched tips of the herbs to the smoldering fire in the pit...she dumps them in...watching the plume of smoke... she inhales the scent deeply before turning to make her way back to the kitchen

~~blonde tresses clinging to her curves as she moves within the room...her hips roll with every step...offering tantalizing peeks of what lies beneath as one gathers needed utensils humming softly..she smiles as she tugs mightily at the cold room door...the cold air nipping at her...a musical whimper tumbling forth as the icy air wraps itself around hers...purring she moves quickly...gathering all of the ingredients she needs and hurrying out the way she came...a well placed bump from her curvy hip ensuring the door closes

~~laying all she holds upon the counter... she carefully picks up the knife that is secured to the block cutting each beautiful tospis in half... inhaling the fresh citrus aroma reminding one of sun upon the waters of the Thassa...she uses great care as she slices each succulent fruit...laying the halves in front of her following only memories of the delicious drink from her childhood...she begins squeezing each half of the tospit over a clean..pitcher...careful to save every seed in a fresh rep cloth...to take to the garden later

~~using the back of her wrist...she swipes an errant curl from her view...only slightly aware of the juices that now moisten the front of her belly praying Jarl Onak approves of a citrus flavored beast...a warmth spreads from her cheeks and lower...pure chastises herself to remain focused...her blue eyes dance as the liquid slowly rises to the proper amount within the pitcher...she lifts the stone container of sugar....sifting the granules into the juices...again measuring from memory...she then reaches for the waiting ladle...stirring and stirring until every granule has dissolved

~~picking up the pitcher...she returns to the cold room...tugging the door open once more...prepared for the icy rake over heated flesh...shivering softly as the determined slave moves to the rear of the room...holding the vessel tight... she carefully ladles cold water until the pitcher is almost full...she replaces the utensil and hurries from the chill...rounded bottom closing the door tight behind her returning to the counter...she sets the pitcher down then carefully slices one tospit in thin slivers...again saving the seeds...and placing the ends in the pile of scraps she's accumulated...with a happy heart...she gently plops the sliced fruit into the pitcher...stirring the refreshing drink gently before placing the ladle in the sink to wash later

~lifting to full height...the slut reaches up...gathering a few tankards shining each as she checks for imperfections..setting them upon the tray along with the pitcher of tospis juice she inhales a deep breath before quickly moving...only then lifting the tray and stepping out...into the hall where she deposits the tray and its contents to the table to await service drifting back to the kitchen taking up the blanker...she lightly swirls it around the gentle slopes of her shoulders out of the kitchen to wander out to the barn

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Subject: Re: 1/28/18- 2/3/18 Mon Jan 29, 2018 10:30 am

1/29/18

milking the Bosk & Verr

~~pure rises before the sun and makes her way to the kitchen....from the smell of the fresh gruel..she knows that others has beat her to the fields this morning....She pulls the empty pails from under the shelf and grabs the yoke propped in the corner...hooking the pails on the dangling hooks on either side...she hoists it easily onto her shoulders and makes her way to the bosks in the field

~~she arrives at the pen to see a thrall gathering the grain and placing it in the feeders....the lumbering bosks slowly making their way to the troth's to eat...their huge jaws scooping up the grain and chewing it slowly...o(good) she thought...o(will make milking so much easier if they are distracted with food)...she pushes her way past the noisy and obnoxious tarsks that have become way too domesticated for pure's liking...they pushed at her with slimy noses trying to get her attention for food and whatever she carried in the pails

~~“Not for you, you foul beasts!” she hollers at them...brushing the slime and dirt that they left on her legs. “Ick!...boy how can you stand these things?”...she makes her way to the first female bosk...touching her lightly on the haunches to let her know she is there and talking gently to her...“There you go girl. Nothing to be scared about”...she rubbed and patted as she sank to her knees and pulled one of the pails under the cows udders...she rubs her hands together to take the chill from them before grabbing the old girls tits

~~this she had learned that hard way when she was kicked by the first bosk she tried to milk...gently wrapped her hands about the udders...she began to slowly pull and squeeze, having to do it a couple of times before the warm stream hit the bottom of the pail...with consistent and rhythmic motions pure drains the udders of the cow when humming a tune that she used to sing to her Mistress...she gathers up the pail...giving the old bosk a hug and a small larma before moving to the next one...out of the three grown females one the two could be milked for thrall had the third on the ground..birthing the cows first brood

~~after gathering all of the milk from the bosks....hoists the yoke with the full pails on her shoulders and takes it back to the halls kitchen to pour the contents into the large vats in the cold storage... rinsing the pails in the creek...she again takes the yoke about her shoulders and heads to the verr at the base of the mountain taking the route that will take her the furthermost from the wild tarsk burrows...cresting the hill where the herd was...pure plopped the buckets on the hillside and begin her work

~~she loved the gentle verr...for all they were wild...they were playful and gentle creatures and the young were like pets sometimes...she scratched behind their ears and ruffled the coats of the males who gave her a contemptuous look...she set about milking all of the females except for the couple that had recently birthed as she would have had to compete with the eager mouths of the babies...she noted that a few of the males coats were getting long enough to shear...she would send one of the thralls back up here to shear them....gathering the over full pails again on her shoulders... she made her way painfully slowly so as not to spill the pails back to the kitchen to store the milk

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Subject: Re: 1/28/18- 2/3/18 Tue Jan 30, 2018 9:53 am

1/30/18

fish/bees/collecting honey/tarsk burrow/calf

~~After finishing her morning chores...pure heads to the shed to grab a fishing pole as she is grabbing her pole..she hears the Guard coming from the docks with a basket on his back over flowing with wriggling fish...she watches as one of the slippery creatures leaps from the basket and flops about on the ground...pure rushes to snatch it up before he loses the rest of his days haul chasing it

~~she helps him get the fish into the storage barrel...seeing the barrel full to over filling...she decides to visit the hives instead...stopping by the Hall long enough to light a torch to take with her and supplies to gather honey with...she makes her way through the woods to the hives nestled among the trees against the side of the mountain...walking confidently up to the first hive...she waves the torches smoke beneath the hive a few times letting the smoke waft around the papery home to the insects

~~reaching her hand into the hive carefully so as not to disturb them too much...she feels around for the waxy comb that she knows is nestled inside...a few of the bees come out to greet her....landing on her cheeks and nose...she giggles a little at the tickling of their feet on her face...pure finds what she seeks and pulls it from the hive....her hand coated in the sticky sweet goo that covers the comb...girl takes the bowl from her bag and places the comb in it...nudging a bee or two from her acquisition

~~one tiny overseer accompanies her from hive to hive buzzing about her face and hands as she deftly pulls combs from each hive...once complete...she holds up her hand as her yellow and black friend lands there...“Do you approve wee one?” she asks moving her hand close to her face to examine the tiny insect...its little antenna regard her curiously as it takes a step or two forward then leaps in to the air...its buzzing wings carrying it back to its hive

~~pure scrapes the excess honey from her hand into the bowl and lifting it..turns to carry it back to the Hold...she sees the Guard watching her from a respectable distance...she smiles at him, knowing how uneasy he was around the bees...he always seemed to watch over her as she collected honey...she guessed he feared for her safety...pure could not really get through to him that she and the bees were friends

~~after depositing the honey in the kitchen for her to process later and washing up some...she grabs the torch again and heads to the woods the Guard was in the yard now when she exited..."Jarl Thunderbolt can you come with pure please? girl wishes to examine the tarsk burrow...we have not seen a wild one in a while and she wish to know if we have killed them all.”...he nodded to her. “as you wish, bond.”..his voice always surprised her with its deep resonance

~~the two of them made there way to the burrows...the Guard standing by with a spear in hand...she tosses the torch into the opening and runs to stand behind him...after a moment she peaked out from behind his arm.“Nothing” was all that he said...pure nodding to him said, “pure is going to have a look inside” “That is not a good idea bond what if one is still in there?” his concern deep and genuine

~~“Nonsense...they would have come out if there had been any left in there and what do you propose? You going in?” she snickers looking up at the giant of a man, his skin as black as night...the Guard bristled a bit and lowered his head and spear...then followed her to the entrance...getting down on her hands and knees...she crawled through the tight opening into the mouth of the burrow

~~she reached out to take the torch she had tossed inside and held it up as much as she could to look around...all signs of the wild tarsk that were there were gone...withdrawing from the burrows with the Guards help...him practically lifting her from her feet...she brushes the debris from her...as the pair head back to the Hold she turns to the Guard... Will you let the Hold Jarl know that we believe that wild tarsk are gone...she is not sure if he will be happy that the nuisances are gone or he will wish them to return as they were good hunting.” the Guard gave her a nod and trotted off to find Jarl Onak

~~pure goes about her chores with a little pep to her step and a smile to her lips knowing that with her keeping busy the Hold Jarl will be pleased with her...girl goes to the barn to check on the newborn calf that was delivered yesterday while she was milking...seeing the little beast nuzzled up to his momma feeding ...pure smiles now knowing he is doing well pats the momma saying "good girl"..then she rushes back to the Hold to bathe and make herself better presentable to serve for the Hold Jarl

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~~sitting cross legged on the fur beside the fireplace..pure pulled the right boot into her lap and examines it...turning it over in her hands she assesses the damage...the sole pulling from its mount...some stitching coming loose...taking the tub of sticky goop made from the lard of bosk and the excretion from the leech plant...she scoops out some with a flat stick and applies it to the inner lip of the sole then presses it tight to the bottom of the boot and lashes some string around the toe of the boot to hold it in place while the goop drys

~~she sets that boot aside and decides to work on the stitching on the left boot while that one sets picking it up...she sees the stitching on the entire right side of the boot has fallen apart...pulling the large bone needle from the basket and threading the leather cording through it, she begins inserting the needle through the punched holes in the side of the boot...she loops the cord on itself at each hole effectively locking the cord on each stitch...this would ensure that even if one stitch was cut the rest would hold tight

~~after completing that side...sets that boot down and picks up the right...un-looping the thread and checking the sole tugging on it gently...it holds fast and she smiles...retrieving the needle and cord once more...she diligently repeats the stitching process on the right boot...once done she turns both boots about in her hands...running fingertips over the stitches and the leather...searching for anything else that needed fixing on the boots

~~seeing nothing she rises and goes to the fireplace and fishes out a piece of burnt wood...sitting near the fireplace was a perfectly round smooth stone that she had fished from the river...she took and lifted the rock and pounded the blackened wood into a fine powder...moving to the kitchen she takes a candle and places it in a small pot...she watches at the wax melts and she pulled the string from the hot wax...pulling the pot from the stoves she brings it to the hearth and resumes her chore

~~she picks up a short bristled brush and sticks her hand in the first boot wearing it like a glove...in sharp quick back and forth strokes she buffs the boots...cleaning any dirt and grime from them...once done to her satisfaction...she repeats the process with the second boot...placing them to the side...she checks the consistency of the cooling wax dipping her finger into the warm pot...her fingers push into the pliable semi solid wax and withdrawing them with a smile she scoops up the charcoal powder and places it in the wax

~~she stirs the charcoal into the wax giving the wax a black tint...once it was mixed to suit her...she dips the bottom tip of a rep cloth into the wax mixture and rubs it into the leather of the first boot moving in circular motion saturating the older boots with black polish...slowly and methodically her hands move, circling, covering every inch of the newly mended boots...finishing with one...she moves to the next...once she is done with the second...she again picks up the first and gives it another ‘buffing’ with the brush knocking any loose wax fragments from the now clean boot

~~she sits both boots before her on the floor and stares at them...mended, cleaned and polished so they were effectively waterproof they looked very nice...she smiles inwardly pleased with her job...rising from the floor ...sitting the boots in front of the fire to warm...hoping the Hold Jarl will be satisfied with her job...she pads off to find something else to do

~~knowing most of the Men have already gone she goes around pulling up the furs taking them outside she hangs them taking a stick she beats the stuffing out of them leaving them to air she moves out to where she spied some talenders and dinas picking them she takes them back to the hall placing them along the tables....taking the broom she sweeps cleaning the floor...moving back outside she gathers the furs replacing them in the Hall the storm of last night made the air pure and fresh making the furs smell nice and clean..she sprinkles them with some larma scented oil

~~moving to the kitchen she drifts over to the cool pit gathers some larma and a nice large bosk roast moving to the counter she rubs the spices into the roast sticking the rod through it she places it to the side ...taking out the flours she mixes a bit of water into it making some pie crusts she slices the larmas into bite sizes peices adding sugar to it she places it inside the crust covering she gathers the pies and the roast taking them to the cooking fires

~~starts it cooking moving back within the kitchen removing some cream once again pouring the cream into a bowl she whips it well making a nice whipped cream to add to the top of the pies that all finished she cleans up her mess putting everything back in place she moves out to the Hall to kneel on the Hold Jarls furs to do some mending...she tidies up the Hall area some before she starts mending she remembers that she needs to put some dye in some soap so she can dye some rep clothes and embroider them...some red and green dye should work well

~~going to the supply tent she takes two bars of soap soaking one in a small bucket of green dye and another in a bucket of red dye...waits a few then takes them out laying them to some rence paper to dry...she then puts them on the shelf...goes back to the Hall and kneels on the furs in a relaxed poise and awaits the Hall to come to life as nimble fingers take to stitching up a pair of leathers that belong to Jarl Thunderbolt

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Subject: Re: 1/28/18- 2/3/18 Thu Feb 01, 2018 9:29 am

2/1/18

cleaning guest chambers/tubuk/lunch

~~waking to the sounds of the nearby bosk she mumbles ( "damn" ) under her breath as she rubs the sleep from her eyes...looking at the herds of bosk she has to wonder when they became alarm clocks too...softly laughing to her self she rises with a push of her long legs to start the chores of the day as commanded...quickly makes her way across the Hold to the supply shed...climbing the steps...each legs displaying toned muscle...she makes her way inside

~~sighs ( hummmm) of contentment escapes sweet lips as she begins to gather the needed supplies to clean the guest chambers and toss them into a nearby bucket...her lean arms lift the buckets as she begins saunter through the Hold towards the guest chambers...the winds blowing in an open window crawl across her bare back...in the distance she sees the thralls busy at their morning chores

~~she climbs the steps to the guest chambers with buckets in hand taking out the unneeded supplies placing them on the floor...looking around...she plans what is needing to be done...reaching down she grabs the heavy furs...her long arms muscles rise as she pulls at the furs dragging them outside to the clothes line

~~("umph") she throw them over the line to air in the sunlight...lifting a hand to her brow...her breasts rising and falling from the exertion of throwing the heavy furs...she quickly turn making her way back into the chambers

~~taking the buckets...one in each hand...bare feet pad outside to fill them with water...curved hips dance to and fro in her movements as she walks to the stream...upon reaching the banks...bending at her waist...she dips each bucket into the stream filling them with the clean water

​~~taunt arms firm up as she lifts them... looking up she spies 2 tabuk standing watching her...she makes a mental note to let Jarl Thunderbolt about seeing them so he can let the Hunters know....on the way back to the Hold she stops at the kitchen to put soap flakes into a bucket then quickly move on to the chambers again

~~setting aside the buckets by the entrance...she turns to pick up a rep cloth dipping it into the soapy water then wringing it out...moving from one surface to the next...long arms swinging and swaying over the wood surfaces...she completes her dusting...moving about the chambers she checks to be sure that it is well stocked with needed items for the visitors who will sleep here

~~wiping once again a stray strand of hair from her eyes as it aggravates her being in the way...she eases down to all fours dipping the rep cloths into the soapy water...not wringing them out this time...sending water flying over the chamber floors...she begins to scrub the wooden floor...strong arms moving back and forth then rinsing the cloth in the clean water then rinsing the washed areas...over and over the girl moves in till the floors are cleaned

~~backing out of the chambers...hen girl turns her attention to the airing fur on the line...picking up a nearby beating stick...she swings back then swiftly forward causing dust to rise ( ~sneezes~) swinging again and again in till no more dust rises from the fur...slipping back to the chambers entrance...seeing the floor is not quite dry...she decides that some color would brighten the chambers..blue eyes scan the grounds looking for the green house

~~ A colorful flower array greets her as she steps in side...a smile rises to silver lips as she dashes towards the flowers...picking an array of colors...the scents filling her senses...sprinting to the supply shed...she finds a vase suiting of the flowers placing them in it...stopping by a water barrel to fill the vase before heading back to the guest chambers

~~Peeking back into the guest chambers...she sees the floor has dried...smiling, she places the vase of colorful flowers in view of the room...sighing ( ohhh ) happily she quickly moves to the fur on the line...lifting and pulling...tugging..dragging the heavy fur back upstairs to the chambers and into it's place on the floor...scanning the room...she makes sure that all is done and in place before gathering the supplies and leaving the chambers...

~~As she reaches the supply shed...she replaces everything...the buckets having been emptied and rinsed..and makes way to the main Hall..then to the kitchen to get lunch for the Hold Jarl...washes her hands drying them she looks about seeing the fish that the brought to the Hold was frie

~~pure takes up a tray and puts a platter to rest on placing a big fried fish upon adding some of the fried sul...in a small basket she places a few pieces of fresh bread and adds that to the tray...makes sure the Hold Jarl has something to quench his lunch with she pours him up a tankard of ale...remembering the pies she made she cuts a slice adding that to the tray as well

~~carefully she picks up the tray and slithers out to the main Hall...hips keeping time with her steps as they sway back and forth..she sets the plate on the table then turns on tips toes to find the Hold Jarl to let him know his lunch is ready...dancing past several guards as she passes them by in the court yard

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~~waking in the morning she stretches and yawns... stepping to the Library and up the stairs to the Hold Jarl's chambers she...takes the furs from the floor...moving them outside she place them over a line of binding fiber...and begin beating them with a large stick freeing them from dust and dirt...quickly she moves her full frame to the storage shed...once inside her tiny fingers grasps for the oils to fill the lamps

~~ taking the oils back to the Library she climbs begins filling the lamps with the oil...once the lamps are filled and cleaned...her mind starts to wander...her body slowly slipping downward and as she walks to the supply shed

~~she thinks of the Hold Jarl she begins to see a picture clear in her mind of the Man that bought her making her His property...((((((laying her on his furs He caresses her tanned flesh...pulling her head back to meet His sensual lips placing a kiss upon her...low moans (mmm) escaping while her back arches to His touch))))))

~~suddenly she is startled by the voices of the thralls as they walk by looking about she realizes she has been day dreaming...she reaches for some soap chips leaving the supply shed makes way down to the stream along the path...a huge smile crossing a delicate face remembering the thoughts...reaching the stream slips beneath the cold waters and begin to wash herself clean...submerging her nipples stand erect and hard from the cold water as it beads down down silken flesh

~~after drying herself off makes way back up to the Hold again along the path...peeking around she sees the thralls working around the Hold slipping past them sneaks up and pinch the cute one on the arm and runs to finish her chores she prepares to make some candles for the Hold...taking some bosk and tabuk fat from the ice shed swiftly she moves to the kettle of boiling water and place the fat inside

~~while the fat boils down she place some oils in the kettle she continually stirs the mixture till the fat mixes with the oil once the wax is mixed and ready...she pour some into different vessels and place some dyes left over from before inside...mixing each with a different color

~~once mixed she takes several pieces of binding fiber and dips them in the mixtures several times letting the wax stick to the fiber in layers...as each fiber is dipped a different form of candle is made...several colors of candles are made...some red from the red larma fruit...yellow from the yellow ka-la-na fruit...purple from ta-grapes and blue from the roots of the kes shrub...green and orange

~~pure then gathers up all the new candles she rushes them to the ice shed and places them there so they will harden quicker...then rushes to the clothes line and gather the Hold Jarl's furs takes them back to his chambers

​~~there she places them back where they belong and tidies up his room making his bed...she opens the window a crack to bring some fresh air in...she turns then goes about her daywith a smile on her face